Two days later.
Yihe Gate, main peak.
Chen Sheng, with withered appearance, sat still with his eyes closed.
He did not move.
It seemed like he didn't even breathe.
But the rumble of thunder echoed.
The air was more oppressive than elsewhere.
If any ordinary person stepped into this place, they would probably feel suffocated.
Fortunately.
There were few people who came here regularly.
During these two days, Yihe Gate was exceptionally quiet.
Due to the heavy workload in Kyoto, including Sun Yihe, everyone from Yihe Gate was busy there and did not return.
Everyone in Yihe Gate.
It was just Chen Sheng and....
"Chen...Brother Chen?"
"Old Zhou asked if you're going to eat."
A delicate and soft voice came from not far away.
After Xiao Hei relayed the message,
Chen Sheng slowly raised his head.
Xu Ying stood cautiously nearby.
Although he knew that Chen Sheng couldn't see,
when the pure white eyes were staring at him,
Xu Ying's body still involuntarily froze.
